I write because I have no other choice
It's the only way my soul get's a voice

There is a desprite need to write, one that burns a hole through my insides demanding to be quenched

Yet it is insatiable, nothing quiets the storms raging with in for long

I need to write

There is no other option except that

And I would not have it any other way
For as well as my soul clings to it

My heart lives with each word that fill my pages.